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OMG its Santa Claus he yelped and then he ran for the Mickey mask
ducking slinking making small, he hid behind so he didn't have to ask
suddenly he heard an elfish sputter, "Quenya, Tengwar, Luin , Papain"
he lingered longer just to see but fell asleep half way through the task
Santa gave a shaky belly laugh ate one cookie then drank from a flask
No clatter was heard atop the roof just a sigh from little Stevie Woohoo
who didn't have a clue how Santa's shop created, the anti-covid brew
zappy and witty they refilled His cup, "uenque, minque, limpe, maint"
once known as Nicholas, now known as Chris, he delivers without flu
leaving behind a dose of magic, and a spoonful of healtheous goo...
To the White House he did fly to deliver a parcel of good news, and some
he ate the Presidential cookies with delight then wiped up every crumb
in the oval office the treaty was sealed, "Parf, Edhellen, Tenna, Elwen"
healed and restored we were united once again when the cure did come
he returned to the North like a happy drummer boy and his ratatat- tum.
Contest Name: Santa's Covid Christmas
Wilderness Of Loneliness
Light at the End
As failure yielded tears the will casts evil and the soul mended
gently dissuaded a wounded heart to succumb
Priceless memories ebb for misery like sinking ships submerge
plunging deeper turning probabilities to crumb
Lost amid wilderness of loneliness angels resurface to appease
eager to offer salvation easing tormenting pain
Laden with regret yet undeterred by tainted promises and lies
for time erode trust while hope for love remain
08/19/2020
6:25 p.m.
Woodspring Suites
Lake Worth
Florida USA
LADIES AND GENTS, hear this that I may increase your leisure benefits!
All who have labored for cleanliness, for a spic and span to savor,
please allow me now to do you the most ginormous of favors …
Sweep, vacuum, scrub, dust, mop … have those acts ever pissed
you off? Cleaning is tough, especially rough because results don’t
last long enough. I see from your faces, you know what I mean -
allow me to paint a scene: Your kitchen floor has not one
speck, not a smudge or spot nub to detect, and it is, oh, so sweet
walking that floor in your bare feet - - -SUDDENLY A DUTY
is stuck to your foot, some wretched crumb of vagrant soot,
a speck intruder you would gladly, madly shoot!
Well, lean in close for I can transpose the major bummer of gross
into … REWARDING, FULFILLING, LONG-LASTING DOMESTIC
PROSE!!
This can, this light weight can and its sprayed, domestic changing
dose keeps rooms as pristine as when newly, fully cleaned, YES,
from den to latrine to hall, it guards clean in all, even door frames
and walls!! Just spray, walk away, and this anti-dirt, clean hold vaccine,
THIS spray, right here, in my hand will, I vow, grant you a whopping
wow; allow this month-long guard warrior to protect your clean, EVEN
toilet bowls will maintain their sheen, EVEN toothpaste spit in haste –
just forget it because this spray, available this day with many ways to
pay, won’t quit it!
Just $9 a can, NO $.99 that results in 99% of us feeling a brain insult.
The days drag by each one taking another crumb
Not whole anymore
Mind and body completely numb
Breathing alone feeling like a chore.
Wanting to feel something again
Hating the ice thats has consumed me inside
Even if its just the warmth of the sun on my skin
The harsh numbness too much to abide
With the risen moon each night
I have to consciously remember to breathe
Surviving, too stubborn not to fight
But this life is over there is nothing this soul needs
Empty just a shell this time
No one caring enough to help it stop
The ending bell so ready to chime
Can end it with just one pop
Behind each door another chance, that is what i am told
No one reveals that where your heart lies
There must be a soul for the story to unfold.
Hollow eyes...
Feeling numb
Succumbing
To this dumb
Feeling...overcoming…
The waves of emotions,
Intruding you and I
We are like aquatic oceans…
We choose to live or die
Feeling numb
I am this worthless crumb…
I’m sorry I disappointed you so
I’m sorry in advance for my woe
I am this useless sore thumb
Feeling numb
Come find me…
I’ll be in the vineyard of vivacious comfort
Come find me…
I’ll be in the vicious weeds of drenched dirt
Come find me,
Feeling numb and you can’t tell
Come find me,
Feeling dumb; does it ring a bell?
I am lost without you
Boldness bruised me too
Anguish - I wish it would leave…
I don’t want to grieve...I want to breathe…
You are still hanging on my sleeve
Shyness says I’m so blue
Who knew I’d be lost without you
I am numb and empty
Set me free from captivity
I am your butterfly, you see?
I am who I want to be…
So, let me be me…
Come find me,
Endless opportunities
Come find me,
Eustress and possibilities
Cooking up a meal,
Give a deal,
Hit the reel keep spinning...
Flip it and win,
Feel the rush just for a minute.
Inhale, I prevail
I want the diamonds that glisten.
Talking to this toxic girl,
But I got no feelings.
I burn bridges sometimes,
'Cause I don’t like they children.
Tryna blemish my image,
I drive these hoes to a frenzy.
Tryna gaslight me
I talk to the stove in the kitchen.
Cry me a river,
You don't mean it,
You teaming with demons.
All these hoes around me,
They just part the streets.
Dodged a wreck, I.T.
Yeah, I’m him with the TEC.
Common sense
You get in what you put in, boy I’m a threat.
Way too G, keep it pushing,
Breaking O’s off a P.
with me? Nah,
I’m busy Mess with me pushin’ P,
mess with me.
Nah I’m busy breaking Os off a P
I been tryna win for real,
The devil is real,
But I ain't for the taking.
Wanna feel alive? Pop a pill.
There's a thin line when you realize,
You met with divinity.
It was crystal clear,
I was cracking codes like Da Vinci.
I ain't rich,
I will never switch sides for a .
Boy, these hundreds made me humble
Out the mud, leave no crumb.
Tryna creep late night,
Pop trunk on some trouble.
Wanna get to heaven?
All these demons, I gotta rumble.
Seen this smile? Picked it up I won’t fumble.
And I ain’t calling the wrong name, baby don’t call me Usher.
Hate to burst your bubble, shorty,
But I ain’t no sucker.
I like all kinds of cheese,
it really does not matter what kind;
oh, don't forget the Camembert please,
and that stinky Blue, deeply lined.
Would not mind some Brie,
a big hunk, with crackers for my afternoon tea;
I will not leave a crumb I guarantee.
Did I tell you I love Swiss?
it really gives me awesome bliss;
like- I fall into an abyss.
I could munch seriously strong cheddar with ease,
oh yes, with cheese I am entwined;
bring me cheese because to MY heart it is the key.
and for sure you will get a big kiss.
_____________________________
November 11, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Seriously, I Love Cheese
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1084-421-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Sonnet for the End
David Lustrup 2021
the wheels keep spinning
black and white taxi backseat
the lights go by
my life goes by
waves of city lights fly , the smell of the street
woe and regret
smoke in the air, full moon outside
long shadows on wet streets
this city sings a slow song of death
the night air forlorn with sorrow
its almost over
the curtains about to drop
and there was no show.
a river of tears flowing in my sewer of dreams
failure to launch, failure to fly
entire life about getting by
crumb by crumb i inch from birth to death
was this my great purpose?
i get lost in fantasies
they keep me distracted in thier dark embrace
a tree swaying in the dark night air
the sound of the wind rushing through its leaves
sings a song of dispair
where is the sunlight
where is the dawn?
it's too late
i see tears from my mothers eyes
i failed =(
this movie will never be anything but black and white
Form:
For a third time his eyes pop open as his head flies up
I have been watching him not fall asleep for about 4 minutes.
His eyes flutter, close then pop back open.
His thumb is in his mouth now and he glares at me.
“Does someone need a nap?” Grandpa asks.
Fierce head shake no.
Crumb. He would have been asleep in 3 minutes.
“You’re a Poopy butt!” The overly tired 2year old yells,
Determined to keep awake now.
Glowering at grandpa.
Sticks out tongue.
“You’re a Poopy Butt!” Grandpa yells back.
Several choice exchanges later the Poopy Butt takes a nap
While I get the wrath of a sleepy 2 year old
God knows each heart that walks the streets, and then,
each sense of guilt caught up in false pretense.
How not to spend a tear at their expense
How do we not reflect what might have been
if circumstance had never been a friend?
If fate or chance might change the future, hence?
Their shoulders hunched, against cruel wind, intense.
Poor scavengers, who some call useless men
will migrate streets, in hopes for scraps of food.
A crumb, a nickel, dime, a place to find
A shelter dry, when frost of night is nigh.
And now I travel home, perhaps to brood
on cruelty of life that bodes unkind
to some. I cannot eat,...tonight I cry.
~
5/5/14
Miltonic Sonnet: For Contest
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest: Mid August Premiere 8/11/18